User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20130406150814/@comment-3135907-20130530174340

After a short sprint to the Abbey's south wall, Bizzen finds and scales a tall elm from which he has a bird's eye view of the internal workings of the ancient structure. "Hoi 'Ooktooth, I don' see no guards. I see a liddle treemouse in the orchuds, eatin' berries an' suchlike. Hmm...I wonder if...mmm, what's that wunnerful smell assaultin' me nose? Is that freshly-baked blackb'ry crumble I smells, an' lemon custid t' boot! Tis Heaven, Hooktooth, Heaven up 'ere! I kin see it now! Th' Abbeybeasts is gettin' out liddle tables, and rollin' out cold Octember Ale in huge barrels! Dey're havin' a feast, by th' fangs and fur!"